[In person, without the tiny background hum of the wireless, it's easier to hear what David's saying. Like an "r" instead of an "n."]
It's Cylon. The Cylons. They're...
[Again, that disbelieving head-shake.]
I can't believe there's anyone who doesn't know. They're machines. Robots. Software. And some of them -- the ones in charge -- look like people. They infiltrated us, and then...
[He grits his teeth.]
1997 what? There were about 39,600 left when I died.
[Spam]
It's Cylon. The Cylons. They're...
[Again, that disbelieving head-shake.]
I can't believe there's anyone who doesn't know. They're machines. Robots. Software. And some of them -- the ones in charge -- look like people. They infiltrated us, and then...
[He grits his teeth.]
1997 what? There were about 39,600 left when I died.